Like most young dreamers, I moved to New York a month after graduating high school with dreams of being on Broadway. I knew that I could sing, act, make people laugh and that the huge things I had planned for my life, couldn’t be found in Texas. I quickly learned I didn’t have the best voice, I wasn’t the best actor and that everyone is funny. Well, a helluva lot more people than I expected. Doesn’t mean I was deterred, just made aware. I slowly stopped caring so much about being on Broadway. I realized, if I was gonna get there, it would most likely be after I’d made my mark some other way. Like I said, not the best singer. Nor did I have an ingenue’s look. And I also couldn’t dance. So then I found improv. Whew boy, improv. it’s only been 7 years since I took my first class, but it’s hard for me to remember the 4 years in NY before that. I mostly associate my time in NY with my time in the improv community. This is no place to spout resumes, but since hopping on this crazy train, I have been consistently performing for the past 7 years. At least one show a week, but most times 2-3 a week. Sometimes 3 shows in one night at two different theaters. I was doing improv every single night of the week. If I wasn’t performing, I was in a class, coaching, teaching, rehearsing, or just getting drunk and watching other people blow my mind. I made so many friends, started actually dating (at 22!), found (and lost) two loves, and most importantly….figured out who I was. Now, I’m still really trying to figure that out, but so far I’ve got a pretty good jumping off point. I’m not one of those people that claims to be an outsider or some sort of nerd in high school. In fact, I felt I was a pretty cool kid in high school. But still, the community was the first time I truly felt like I belonged somewhere. All three theaters (PIT, Magnet, UCB) always felt like 2nd homes to me. I spent more time at any one of these theaters than I did in my actual apartment. (Which reminds me: Before improv, I would spend a lot of nights alone in my apartment drinking and crying) Now I only drink-into-cry, like, once a week! I will miss New York. I am not ready to leave it, honestly. I am only leaving due to a break-up and a feeling of…What’s next for me? I think I could continue to be happy in NY, but currently the most important thing to me is my career. Acting is what I have chosen for my life, and I will never change my mind about that. My performing life in NY has been very rewarding and fulfilling but now it has reached a wall. It’s a very fun wall to hit, for sure, but I’m just curious about what’s on the other side. Seems to be more work
For the record, there was NO CHEESE in this section.